Crooked I (KXNG Crooked)

[fox69]

"Prometheus"

"Prometheus"


Follow me...
Follow me, my nigga, just follow me
To the edge of the world, then across the seven seas
To a corner in space, a part of heaven you never seen
To a time in a place that only existed in your dreams
(Follow me, follow me)
Follow me, my nigga, just follow me
To the edge of the world, then across the seven seas
To a corner in space, a part of heaven you never seen
To a time in a place that only existed in your dreams
(Follow me, follow me)
They say you stuck in the past, times are different
Crooked, your rhymes are different, how many lines you sniffin'?
When I'm spittin', I'm just bendin' the fabric of space, so time is shiftin'
Your thoughts travel, that's why your mind is trippin'
This is an open invitation, the black, white, yellow, brown, no discrimination
As long as you understand this nation was built on hella discrimination
Now you talkin' Illuminati Mason to shift the conversation from the Fruitvale Station
And what happened to Oscar Grant, distraction but not the champ, nigga
Eminem signed my group Slaughterhouse
And I been writin' "Fuck you!" letters ever since I got the stamp, nigga
Fuck you right-wing politicians considerably
Got these redneck-ass crackers thinkin' that a black-ass nigga trapped in the ghetto is the enemy
In reality, you don't care 'bout them either
You the ballin' class, no gym teacher
You can do away with either/or
We the poor, the one there's no freedom for
Follow me, show you shit you never seen before
They want to sweep us under the rug and use us to clean the floor
Follow me, my nigga, just follow me
Take a look at my Hubble 'scope, view far as the eye can see
First, they teach us hustle dope, then lock us and swallow key
If money's the root of all evil, then my legal tender fell off of they dollar tree
Cause all I see is them embodyin' everything they tellin' me not to be: a criminal
Let me make sure that this ain't subliminal
Fuck every judge and juror that's probably a Nazi and still love the Führer
They usin' us as a pawn on they chessboard
Been plannin' to lock your ass up since they seen your third-grade test scores
As if a poor kid growin' up in a crack-infested gangland got a clear enough mind to get the best scores
Yes, Lord, still I rise, I got to press forward
Pull my lesson plan out my desk drawer
Follow me, it don't matter if you Muslim or Christian
Both can be such beautiful religions that can turn ugly as pictures of Instagram bitches without filter
When people empower, use it to cause division
It's been, since the biblical era Esau and Jacob was wrestlin' in Rebekah's womb
Holy prophets expected doom
Bury these scriptures, I'm spittin' in Kxng Crooked's tomb
For future generations to unearth a million moons from now
Carbon date the paper before you read
If the world's a better place they took heed, follow me
Truth and unity is all we need (All we need)
(Follow me, follow me)
Truth and unity is all we need (All we need)
(Follow me, follow me)
Follow me, my nigga, just follow me
To the edge of the world, then across the seven seas
To a corner in space, a part of heaven you never seen
To a time in a place that only existed in your dreams
(Follow me, follow me)
Follow me, my nigga, just follow me
To the edge of the world, then across the seven seas
To a corner in space, a part of heaven you never seen
To a time in a place that only existed in your dreams
(Follow me, follow me)
Follow me...

 

[fox69]

"Psalm 82 v6 Intro"

"Psalm 82 v6 Intro"


[Intro:]
Talk to the people man
Niggaz don't talk no more in this game man

[Verse:]
Psalm 82 verse 6
Thus says the lord
You are gods
Children of the most high
Psalm 82 verse 6
God of the West Coast
They gonna try to stop me
Stop this message
Nobody can stop the God
Nobody
Understand they gon' try to stop you too
(They gon' try)
The whole recipe to the universe
Resides inside your mind
Secrets, secrets they don't want you to unlock
I got the key so follow me
One of my own, that's what you wanna know
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon formed against my copsters
You new niggas, pay attention
I was born with a powerful mind
A mind powerful enough to attract positive things
And a desired lifestyle
Let's get paid niggas, let's get paid
God of the West Coast
God of the West Coast
Known to flow nice
When the sun shine in the scope
Used to be a death flow
God of the West Coast
God of the West Coast
God of the West Coast
Known to flow nice
When the sun shine in the scope
Used to be a death flow
God of the West Coast
God of the West Coast
And LA Lakers
That's right

 

[fox69]

"Puppet Master"
(with RZA, KinG! & The Observer)

"Puppet Master"
(with RZA, KinG! & The Observer)



[KXNG Crooked:]
This is Bobby (Digital?) contacting you from cyberspace
The puppet master and his minions have penetrated into our dimension
We need you to make a full on attack
These evil dark forces can't be allowed to spread
This is a code red!
This is a code red!
I'm here to kill the puppet master
Him and whoever love the bastard
My niggas dying in the streets, in the belly of the beast
While his belly's filling up with laughter (hahahaha)
I'm here to kill the puppet master
I see him hiding in the upper classes
He's using propaganda to corrupt the masses and cover up his madness
That's the motherfucker I'm coming after!
I'm here to kill the puppet master
'Cause he created this wasteland
Little kids so hungry that they can't stand
Their living conditions is worse than a caveman
So what's the game plan?
Use every second and minute to try to catch him and end it
Use every weapon invented to bring him death so head spend his last breath in the clinic
That's why my second amendment is in my waistband
His brains I'ma blow 'em out
I said his brains I'ma blow 'em out
Since he in hiding I'm knowing how to smoke him out
By kidnapping his kids, even the ones that his wife don't know about (shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up)
Man, tie these little bastards up before I hit puberty
You know what your Daddy try to do to me?
Tried executing me, sent his robots into brutally
Murder my community, broke every law and had immunity
Left us here to deal with the lunacy
While he on a date, eating stake, on a plate
With your whore ass momma, I had to deliver eulogies
We drownin' in tears
Our neighborhoods, drownin' in bloodshed
The streets run red, that's why I walked into my gun shed
No more speech there's enough said
Nigga I'm here to kill the puppet master
I pledge allegiance to this flag
It's just like a Blood, or a Crip rag
But this is a new federation
We gon' unite on your bitch ass
We gon' come right on your bitch ass
We gon' draw down on you quick fast
Leave your foundation in quicksand
I pledge allegiance to this flag
[KinG!:]
And I'ma make it to these motherfuckin' strings that he's pulling on don't work
[?] try to sell those dreams of being when it turned out we all broke
By getting debt over knowledge, get a job just to pay it back to the college
My cousin just got back to society, how he gonna work and y'all won't ever hire him, whatsup?
[KXNG Crooked:]
I'm here to kill the puppet master, so he can feel all my pain and anger
Body chained to a fucking anchor
Dead floating under an oil tanker
He's on the board of the world bank
He repo'd my momma's house and the shit sank her
So tell me who's the biggest gangsta?
Is it a banger, or a banker?
He's pulling strings from behind the scenes
Control your dreams, with the finer things
Slave labor for designer jeans, blood of African minors all on your diamond rings
It's human beings against the machines, my nigga so this what it means by any means
We grippin' these pistols with beams
We clicking with different regimes to form an invincible team and send them machines to hell
I pledge allegiance to this flag
It's just like a Blood, or a Crip rag
But this is a new federation
We gon' unite on your bitch ass
We gon' come right on your bitch ass
We gon' draw down on you quick fast
Leave your foundation in quicksand
I pledge allegiance to this flag
[RZA:]
We got to kill him right now
We got to kill him while he's still flesh and blood
We got to kill him right now
We got to kill him before he unloads his consciousness into an android and becomes immortal
We got to kill him right now
We got to kill him right now
We got to kill him right now
We got to kill him while he's flesh and blood, while he's breathing
We got to kill him right now
[KXNG Crooked:]
I pledge allegiance to this flag
It's just like a Blood, or a Crip rag
But this is a new federation
We gon' unite on your bitch ass
We gon' come right on your bitch ass
We gon' draw down on you quick fast
Leave your foundation in quicksand
I pledge allegiance to this flag
[The Observer:]
With the blood of ancient pharaohs coursing through his veins
Tut leads his [?] into the labyrinth of the puppet master
Is this the end, or the beginning?

 

[fox69]

"Quit Snitchin'"

"Quit Snitchin'"


[Talking:]
Whoo! Y'all know we had to flip this shit right
We to ghetto to let this one sneak past us
Fuck that! Ey Vegas, let's tell 'em what we say
Evrytime we see a stool pigeon rat..

[Intro: x2]
Don't snitch, don't be a bitch
West Coast let's get rich
Flood the industry wit' gangsta hits
Smack some ass and grab some tits
Don't snitch, don't be a bitch
East Coast let's get rich
Flood the industry wit' gangsta hits
Smack some ass and grab some tits...

[Verse 1:]
What's it all about?
You dudes can't come out the house
Made to many enemies, you runnin' ya mouth
Now you on lock down, sittin' on the couch
Talkin' to cops you need really to cut it out man
Picture Crooked I lovin' a snake, you get robbed for dough
You get shot fo' sho' youknow
That ain't gangsta you son of a bitch
Givin' cops the info they not suppose to know
And they own evry block from coast to coast
Tellin' on who ever cock and grows the most
Send a nigga up the river if a snitch is around
You better lock and close ya doors
See I'ma rep my city for ever, yeah
Roll wips on 20's or better
Pointin' many machine guns, semi-auto beretta
And my enemies sweater like gimme the cheddar, yeah
Crooked live illegal as hell
Send a couple kites to my people in jail
Think about this when you readin' your mail
These niggaz be eager to tell...

[Chorus: x2]
See I been hopin' and wishin'
All you rappers Quit Snitchin'
Always talkin' to the police
Tryena send my homeboyz to prison
That ain't good where I'm from
Whoever hang around you is dumb
Cuz they know you work wit' the po-po
Crooked I, ain't the one...

[Verse 2:]
Now I done seen you on the TV-screen
Snitchin' to cops, you was on channel 13
Now you try to say that you the west coast king
What tha fuck does this skinny nigga mean
Sold out cheap, you won't play ya own team
Shoulda let me out ya whole little sceam
Mention my name and when you see me better swing
Talkin' 'bout peace in the Source magazine
Nope, to late for that, I wanna brake your back
I can't wait to swap[?], catch you in the alley
Just to snake and rat you better face the fact
You ain't gangsta rap, you a federalé
Need to live by the code of the street
I think about you when I'm loadin' my heat
But I'd rather thow blows to ya teeth
Cuz I was always talkin', shootin' hoe's is weak

I'm still feelin adrenaline with the pistol when I'm peel'em
then kill'em like a villian with the penicillin when the
bullets... drillin'em
spinnin'em a whole round and I'm peelin'em
the villain is willin'em to keep beef to a minimum

WOO!
Crooked I's the one
Snitch ass niggaz need to hide and run
Go to the club and we ride wit' guns
But really though we just wanna have fun...

[Chorus: x2]
See I been hopin' and wishin'
All you rappers Quit Snitchin'
Always talkin' to the police
Tryena send my homeboyz to prison
That ain't good where I'm from
Whoever hang around you is dumb
Cuz they know you work wit' the po-po
Crooked I, ain't the one...

 

[fox69]

"Rap 101"

"Rap 101"


Homie, don't bother this fatherless child
Niggaz wit problems get shot in the eusophagus, set off the apocolypse now
the projectiles choppin' you down
cock it and blaaw
robbin' you for every profit in ya pocket and smile
My cannon dismantle you, let it off like roman candles
point two nines at you with bandana's on the handles
blast through ya flannels
we just Sopranos smashin' in astro vans with ammo stashed in the panels
we animals when it's drama
move like mechanical anaconda's, we hannibals, cannibals, and piranha's
the last nigga with info that hand over the fed's
the homie's jumped in the hummer, ran over his head
hand over your bread
we snatch you out your land rover, choke ya
smoke ya while we stand over your bed
just to let ya know, this is westcoasonostra
ever since Pac passed you thought the westcoast was over
but look closer and you're liable to find
My homicidal recitals' the kind that inspires a guy to rewind
king of survival, the title is mine
I write for ya spine and stifle ya mind with a cycle of triflin' rhymes
It ain't a gangsta that us hustlaz won't reach
we bust just to touch the cold streets
you bustas won't cease
and that's why my next tattoo will say "no justice, no peace..."
plus "fuck the police"

(yeah.. that's how we do this shit... Rap 101)
(yeah, get your bars up)
(your metaphors and similies ain't right)
(ya know what I'm talkin' about?)
(you old niggaz, just keep a fresh swagger)
(you new niggaz, learn your history in this hip-hop culture and you'll be alright)
(this is the art of MC'ing.. this is Rap 101)
(listen and learn..)

Nigga, I wish you would speak on my label
I'll walk in your house, put my feet on your table, see what's on cable
soon as you speak, shots leave you leakin' from navel
rock you to sleep in a cradle, you geeks weak and unable
we can disable haters from Tennessee to Diego
Long Beach to Vallejo
law low, a yo, we givin' niggaz wings and a halo
squeezin' them thangs so easily without seein' a reason to say no
they ask, "why ya by yourself?"
cuz I walked into the firearm store, tried to buy the entire shelf
to jackers out to acquire wealth
I fire shells, while ya yell, I serve ya like the hired help
My science are sins, my mind tire within
the bad guy wins like the giant got goliath's revenge
puttin' 5 in ya benz, tie up ya wife in it then
quiet your friends with gunfire as maniacal rhyme sire begins to strike like
a viper and snipe ya again
you can recite what'cha like but ya fight for ya life cuz the "I" can ignite
the mic and he's slightly tighter than you when he write with the pen
who's rivalin' him?

(It's Rap 101)
(teachin' you the art of MC'ing)
(I hope you all takin' notes out there, ya know)
(or I'm a flunk you dumb asses)
(yeah, get them metaphors up)
(get your patterns and rhyme schemes together)
(how you gonna let my timin' be better than your rhymin'?)
(It's Rap 101)
(to all you A&R's out there...)
(if it don't sound like this, it don't like shit...)
(yeah, it's Rap 101...)

 

[fox69]

"Ratchet Heauxs"

"Ratchet Heauxs"


[Chorus:]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
Fucking all boners' the songs she sings
Groupie hoes do groupie things
And it make you wanna kill the bitch
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
I said it make you wanna kill the bitch
Groupie hoes do groupie things.
[Verse:]
You a ratchet ass set a nigga up
Boys, money ass, groupie ass, no class
Low cash, broke ass, bitch
[Chorus:]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
Fucking all boners' the songs she sings
Groupie hoes do groupie things
And it make you wanna kill the bitch
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
I said it make you wanna kill the bitch
Groupie hoes do groupie things.
[Verse:]
You a ratchet ass set a nigga up
Boys, money ass, groupie ass, no class
Low cash, broke ass, bitch
Steady shit talking, bitch get walking
You know I'm pissed off I don't talk like this often
You say I'm on a show over this tip
When it's 40 below snowing and shit
And still nothing cold as a bitch
She almost as low as a snitch
On a toad and pole of those who belong in the ditch
I had to give his mother the news
This chick set my home boy up
Niggas rushed in, whacked my home boy up
I'm fucking confused
She was in love with my dude,
Just my home boy's luck
He trusted the wrong hoe
50 thousands in jury, put his beautiful kids
On the funeral front row
And I'm 'posed to let it go, ok I feel you
But if I ever see you bitch, I'm a kill you
[Chorus:]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
Fucking all boners' the songs she sings
Groupie hoes do groupie things
And it make you wanna kill the bitch
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
I said it make you wanna kill the bitch
Groupie hoes do groupie things.
[Verse:]
You a ratchet ass reality show
Wanna star an ass,
Always looking pass a good hard working man
Ass bitch
See a broke nigga the hoe is laughing
Knowing damn well your account is over drafting
Fuck a regular nigga main she looking for a dry pick
Her goal is to marry him then divorce him on some half shit
If she don't get that far, with that star
She got some black mellon photographs to get that car
Or put them on media take out
He pulling the media cake out
Before the bomb drop in his back yard
And on facebook the bitch act hard
And soon as you see that groupie shit
Diss that broad
Don't be like me, you know how these girls are
They nuts over ours nuts kinds like squirrels are
I lift my problems, put my drama on the curl ball
Still my still my still my still my
Was on world star
[Chorus:]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
Fucking all boners' the songs she sings
Groupie hoes do groupie things
And it make you wanna kill the bitch
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
I said it make you wanna kill the bitch
Groupie hoes do groupie things.
[Outro:]
Yeah I put my trust in you
Ya know what I mean
I never would've thought you would do me like that

 

[fox69]

"Real Friends (Freestyle)"

"Real Friends (Freestyle)"


I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch
Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit
I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch
Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit
Conscience boil, boy you
Come to L.A the cops want to dodge your hat
Got the shoppers for ya
Why did I do that?
Defend that practice like a doctor's lawyer
Or a Georgetown hoya
A double entendere for ya
Without rhyme skills
You got the conic career time kills
I'm just a [?] watchin' a clock destroy ya
I'm still here, Crooked sit on the kxng's throne
I still know this hoes ain't loyal
Just like that Umar's ringtone
Yeah bad and boujee is the theme song
But I never put pussy on a pedestal that my dream's on
Like Mart' Luther, got the heart of a leader
True to the art form
Like little Michael Jackson pouring out his heart to Maria
Hits on my soul departs with alias
The true speaker, I wish Barack would've pardon Malia... fuck it!
I spit in the dark makin' harder to see 'em
The booth even darker than rooms that photographers be in
The reincarnation the king... is an honor to be him
I bury artist like artefacts I should start a musseum
'Cause this is, fly MC'ing, Cashmere pea coat
I came hard at 2016, but that was last year's deep throat
This year I'm sonin' niggas so watch your father put the game to sleep
And rape it, until you're damn near T.O.,
The number one spot is what I'm commin' after
I'm in the strip club turnin' up with the mumble rappers
But I never fucked with actors, since I was young and active
I hung with nothin' but low key ballers than humble factors
Was got tell pages and brick phones, big chrome
Tuck by the hip bone, 66 bones sittin' on gold Daytons
As asses on...
Is on my DNA to rep the west on you haters
But sometimes I hate the way we sound
Even our best songs
That's why I wish Pac' would've had his vest on in Vegas
But, as we proceed, to give you wwhat wwhat
Yyyou you mee
Shouts out to...
Hey dub C, what if you threw a toones day?
Come together every year in L.A, playin' what toones played, (RIP!)
I'll be right there with C.O.B. my for life crew
Yellin "rest in peace Ricky Harris and Big Syke too!"
So much trouble in the world nigga
Can nobody feel your pain
Sometimes the weather's similar to the cash throw family
That's a never ending rain, but the sun is shinin' 'gain
And a mist of millionaire entertainers who're tryin'a bane
I'm just fine in my own lane, so I can remain Kxng!
I still squeeze steel and spit the hot science
50 cent and meek mill dream chase of die tryin'
I ain't lyin', sometimes I feel like I'm recitin'' in asylums
With visions of dying' after firin' my iron at the siren
'Cause I'm ridin' with more heathens than 21 Pilots
You sleepin', the floor'll open up anyone eye lids
When it's done the shoes won't be anyone size fits all
All sharon lee legacy, 'cause the shit he's done is ice men
And the city done, really comes with pretty young side chicks
Silly dummy the city wants my shit
I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch
Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit
I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch
Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit
Forever C.O.B. let's win
Peace to the grinders
Active let's go
Get the fuck outta here

 

[fox69]

"Real Niggaz"
(feat. Freeway Rick Ross)

"Real Niggaz"
(feat. Freeway Rick Ross)



[Intro:]
Damn, when I leave all the real motherfuckers in the pins
Man tell me somebody out here gonna stand up
Set all these motherfuckers straight
Ye this Rick Ross, the real Rick Ross
Not the floss
Yeah them suckers got the game right now
They don't make 'em like they used too

[Chorus:]
Real niggaz, real niggaz, real niggaz
They don't make 'em like they used too
No more, no more, no more
Real niggaz
Real niggaz, real niggaz, real niggaz
They don't make 'em like they used too
No more, no more, no more
Real niggaz

[Verse 1:]
I vow to keep it real, never break the promise
I vow to keep it real, never break the promise
I vow to keep it real, never break the promise
Niggaz yell and deaf for focus honour, they dishonest
They some scrape piranhas, and the condo stakes up on us
Blame and framed up hatred, that's deeper than hatin' on us
How could you cut your brothers throat for the love of money
Snitching, cops don't even tell on eachother dumbie
Can't even holla at them, they want me to pay for they attention
Like some strippers, but I throw slugs instead of dollars at 'em
Offer them they papers, them niggaz autograph them
They got them dreaming in ways
Taught only my daughters had 'em
My circle's founded by, family who down to rise
We're moving mountain side, I'm surrounded by
Real niggaz

[Interlude:]
Yeah we still got some real ones out here
Ain't too many, but you know that's the ones we'll be fucking with
Yeah, I'm in the studio tonight, Crooked I
Thanks baby, it's about time
Got a real motherfucker reached out for OG
You know what I'm sayin',
He was tryin' to get himself back on his feet
And gave a shot

[Verse 2:]
Take a look around at the niggaz I came in the game with
I'm in the same click, I'm on the same ship
Clifford Harris shit, I'm on that same tip
I never change over chains I never shape shift
I never transform, I eat decepticons
And megatron's ain't nothing but test you on
Checking up in my restaurant
You with them detectives huh
Tryin' to help to arrest a don
I have my niggas knife in chest
And carve hex a gun
They heard what I said, yes
Reckon for the feds, yes
We got the word, them cameras behind
Them TV's in your hair ress
And I ain't new to this game
We'll either live together as brothers
Or perish as fools, said Martin Luther the King

[Chorus:]
Real niggaz, real niggaz, real niggaz
They don't make 'em like they used too
(Nah)
No more, no more, no more
Real niggaz
Real niggaz, real niggaz, real niggaz
They don't make 'em like they used too
(They don't)
No more, no more, no more
Real niggaz

 

[fox69]

"Rebel Party"
(with The Observer)

"Rebel Party"
(with The Observer)



Public campaigning for government offices has been banned
Too many shot down by rebel mobs
These politicians were often left for dead in the streets for everyone to see
[KXNG Crooked:]
We ain't Republican, we ain't Democrat
We ain't none of that
No Independent, no Tea Party
Don't fuck with that
We ain't at the polls cause we in the streets
Where them hustlers at
Fuck politicians, we kill machines
Like Rat-tat-tat-tat
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
I pledge allegiance
To the Rebel Party
I'm reading the Holy Scriptures
From a prophet named Bob Marley
Then I read The Art of War
But this one was written by John Gotti
The whole neighborhood is hungry
They starving us like Mahatma Gandhi
And they won't pass the treaty
Cause them bastards greedy
They don't give a fuck to attack the needy
Biological warfare-that was easy
They gave niggas Syphilis-ask Tuskegee
You ain't gotta believe me
They going door to door
Telling all the people lies so we can support a war
Then they go over there
And start killing niggas for the oil
In God we trust, they said we did it for the Lord
We ain't Republican, we ain't Democrat
We ain't none of that
No Independent, no Tea Party
Don't fuck with that
We ain't at the polls cause we in the streets
Where them hustlers at
Fuck politicians, we kill machines
Like Rat-tat-tat-tat
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
Got a rifle and spear in my wicker chair
Cause I'm Huey P
No Gucci on, No Versace on
And no Louis V
Cause that's old as fuck
And them fossils ain't never love you and me
But my handguns are like And 1's, I keep two or three
And I promise to let the heat fly give a politician a bullet for each lie
Put that on the east side
We tired of being lied to
Just keep telling them lies
How you think police chief died
Sick and tired of the protest
Sick and tired of holding up signs for still dying niggas
Sick of being oppressed
Swiss cheese
The popos chest the whole vest oh yes
If the governor don't like it that hoe can go next
When it's time to kill blood spilled on his Rolex
Here come the niggas with facial features like Olmecs
Turn you into walking Kotex so don't flex
Fuck you and your campaign advisors
C.O.B. we a campaign of riders
The brand new messiahs
I do it like I'm touched by God
That's why no man can deny us
We ain't Republican, we ain't Democrat
We ain't none of that
No Independent, no Tea Party
Don't fuck with that
We ain't at the polls cause we in the streets
Where them hustlers at
Fuck politicians, we kill machines
Like Rat-tat-tat-tat
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
We the Rebel Party
Fuck! Here come the fucking robots, man!
Yo, hold on man
Just be ready in case some shit go down
Hold on let me see what this fool want man
[Robot:]
What are you doing in this neighbourhood?
[KXNG Crooked:]
We ain't doing shit. We're just minding our fucking business
[Robot:]
Exit your vehicle so I can scan your digital identification chip Now
[KXNG Crooked:]
Man, what you really want?
[Robot:]
I want to kill you (to kill you, to kill you, yo kill you)

 

[fox69]

"Red Hood's Plot (Hahahaha)"

"Red Hood's Plot (Hahahaha)"


The MAGA continues

Have you ever noticed, that every mass poisoning in America it seems, just happens to take place in black communities?

Once upon a time not long ago
The puppet master was killed and so I arose
I took over his movement so I suppose
I might as well use it just to kill all my foes
I put lead in your water 'cause I don't care
I put poison in your air 'cause I don't live there
I do whatever it takes just to gather my riches
The empire's killing all you son of a bitches
HA HA HA HA HA

They laugh until we fight back
Never surrender like, fuck whoever invented the white flag
We like them Israelites in the Bible, we on a guided path
The lord spoke to me through a burning rifle that my rival had
Told me not to worship no idol, living in a higher class
And if you let your iron blast, I ain't mad
Just keep your faith iron clad
My son, you turned enough cheeks
Maybe through the actions of war
They could learn to love peace
Roger that, my chick poured the wine, lit up a ganja sack
In our modest shack, kick back
I forgot where I was at
The bullets rip through the window they found you
Damn, how was that?
Grab the chopper under the bed, it's time to holler back
Grratt, Grratt, deja vu, I lived this day before
Malcolm standing by the window with a pistol, taking these snakes to war
Gunshots rain on them coppers, my chopper made it pour
Time to send these devils to Hades' door
Say no more

Once upon a time not long ago
The puppet master was killed and so I arose
I took over his movement so I suppose
I might as well use it just to kill all my foes
I put lead in your water 'cause I don't care
I put poison in your air 'cause I don't live there
I do whatever it takes just to gather my riches
The empire's killing all you son of a bitches
HA HA HA HA HA